T'hy'la
by Ann Douglas
The following is a work of erotic fiction and includes scenes
of sexual activity. It includes characters that are copyrighted
by Paramount Pictures. This story is intended for the
non-commercial enjoyment of fans and should be considered
a parody . No copyright infringement is intended and no profit
will be made from the distribution of this story.
Written for the Femme Fuh-Q Fest
“Rihannsu Warbird decloaking at 118 mark 12,” the excited
voice of Lieutenant Jenkins called out from the Science Station.
“They’re powering up their disrupters!”
“That makes six,” Mark Adams at Navigation took note,
“We’re surrounded!”
Demora Sulu, manning the helm of the Enterprise, took a
brief second to glance up from the tactical display in front of her
and shot a look of incredulity at the officer sitting to her right.
In the days her father had sat in the same position she now held,
most of that time had been spent with her “Uncle” Pavel at his
side. She had the misfortune to be saddled with this idiot.
“Like we weren’t pretty much surrounded when the third
Warbird had come out of hiding,” she thought scornfully, “or the
two Birds of Prey before that.”
“Chief Engineer reports damage to the main energizer,” said
Pierce at Communications, “another hit like the last one and we’re
going to lose the warp core containment fields.”
“Then we either jettison the warp core or we go up like a
nova,” Anthony Yeager completed Pierce’s thought from the
Captain’s chair. “Not much of a choice,” he added, seeing that
they weren’t going to last sixty seconds against that force out
there without warp power. Even with it, the odds of them lasting
much longer than that were growing greater by the moment.
The Enterprise had been patrolling the edge of the treaty
zone and responded to a distress call from within. Too late they
discovered that it was an ambush.
“The Romulans are making another run,” Adams reported
using the old human term for their adversaries, a strong sense of
fear in his voice.
“Sulu ...” Yeager called out, a supplication mixed with prayer.
The second-generation helmsman’s face held a serious grin
as her hands danced across her controls with an artistic flair. The
awesome power of the dying starship replied to her command,
sending triple spreads of photon torpedoes across the darkness,
interlaced with deadly streams of phasers.
The structure of the ship groaned in protest as it spun into
a series of near impossible maneuvers in response to her bidding.
With all the speed the engine room could deliver, the Enterprise
pressed forward into the empty gap that her weapons had just
blasted open. If the luck of her heritage held, they might still
have a chance.
But there are times when even luck isn’t enough as the
closest Warbird and Bird of Prey exploded into fiery hulks, only to
have two other Warbirds avenge their deaths as multiple salvo’s
ripped through the Enterprise’s shields.
With the bridge exploding around her, Demora held her
position, trying to coax just one more shot out of the phasers,
hoping to will one last photon out of the torpedo tubes. A final
effort that proved futile as screens and consoles went dark all
over the bridge as the Enterprise died.
“Well, that wasn’t much fun,” Mark Adams said, as he broke
the loud silence that had descended on the dimly lit bridge.
Demora desperately wanted to hit her classmate, preferably
with something heavy enough to piece his thick skull. Her fantasy
was interrupted, however, as the even larger fantasy around her
ended. The lights of the fictitious starship grew to their normal
intensity and a section of the wall gave way, allowing the senior
officer who was observing the exercise to step onto the bridge.
As uncomfortable as losing the battle had been, Demora had
the impression that the debriefing and critique that followed was
going to be more so. It was going to be a very long afternoon.
“You could’ve at least warned me,” Demora said to the tall
Lieutenant walking along the shoreline with her. “Then I might’ve
been better prepared.”
“It is not a test of preparedness, rather one of character,”
her companion, a tall dark haired woman dressed in a Lieutenant's
uniform, replied. “As such, one must enter it without any advance
knowledge of the scenario.”
“Well at least tell me one thing,” the newly commissioned
Ensign asked, “did you do any better?”
Saavik paused for a moment, her thoughts drifting from
their walk alongside San Francisco Bay back to her own encounter
with the Kobayashi Maru. Even now, she still remembered making
all the right logical decisions, yet still failing to rescue the trapped
fuel carrier or to save her ship.
Standing amid the wreckage of her test command, she had
protested to then Admiral Kirk that it had been an unfair test.
After all, she had reasoned, there had been no way to win. He had
responded that a no-win scenario was a possibility that every
Commander might face and asked if that had ever occurred to her?
When, in her youthful arrogance, she had said that it
certainly had not. The veteran Starship Commander had simply
smiled that famous grin of his and said that now she had something
new to think about. And think about it she had, about that and so
many other things in her life.
As a young child, she had spent the first third of her life on
Thieurrull, a failed Rihannsu colony. The daughter of unknown
parents, Vulcan and Rihannsu, she had been abandoned along with
the rest of the half-breed children to survive on their own or die.
Salvation had come in the form of a team of Vulcans sent to
explore the world they knew as T'Vorus. The leader of that
expedition, a Starfleet officer named Spock, saw something worth
saving in the street urchin who introduced herself with an armed
attack on his person.
She had spent the second third of her life as the adopted
daughter of Ambassador Sarek of Vulcan and T’Sai Amanda,
Commander Spock’s natural parents. Devoting herself to the
discipline of d’Vel’nahr, Vulcan by choice, she became as the saying
went, more Vulcan than Vulcans. Following the example of her
savior now turned mentor, she had followed the path that led to
Starfleet Academy.
In the most recent third of her life, the daughter of two
worlds had finally come to terms with her dual heritage. No longer
ashamed of the circumstances of her birth, she celebrated what
was the best of each.
“Earth to Saavik,” Demora laughed as she waived her hand
to get her friend’s attention, “come in Saavik.”
Snapping out of the brief journey through her memories,
Saavik recalled the question that prompted that trip.
"No, I didn't do any better," she said. the faintest of smiles
forming at the corner of her mouth.
"Well, if no one ever wins," Demora replied, her own smile
much more evident. "I don't feel as bad."
Saavik was about to correct her error, then thought better
of it. Knowing that one Cadet had actually beaten the no-win
scenario would immediately send her back to the simulators to try
and duplicate his performance. Instead she moved the
conversation in a more pleasant direction.
"Now that you have taken the Kobayashi Maru scenario, you
are officially done with the Academy, are you not?" she said.
"That's right," Demora exclaimed, her broad grin growing
even brighter as she realized what that might mean for the two of
them.
After an extended absence from Starfleet, Saavik had
returned to the Academy as an instructor earlier in the year. A
former shipmate of her Father’s, Saavik had made it a point to
meet Demora and offer her best wishes. They found themselves
spending more and more time together and soon became friends.
To at least one of them, it was a friendship that was more than
just friendship.
Still, technically, Saavik was one of Demora's teachers and
Demora felt that as long as that continued, there had to be some
limits to their relationship. Now that Demora's commission was
official, those barriers no longer existed. A fact that had been
forgotten by the young Asian woman in all of her concern over the
final training simulation.
"We have to celebrate," the shorter woman continued.
"I had assumed that you would be attending the Cadet Party
tonight to celebrate with your classmates," Saavik replied. "You
have much to be proud of."
“I’d rather celebrate with you,” Demora replied.
“I think you would be better served if you went to the
party,” Saavik said. “It would not be proper to ignore your
classmates.”
When Demora considered the idea for a few moments, she
realized that Saavik was right. Years from now, when she
encountered her friends, she didn’t want to be remembered as the
one who was too stuck up to show up for the traditional graduation
bash.
It had been a long path to the Academy for Demora as well.
Like Saavik, her own childhood was far from ordinary. The
daughter of Susan Ling, she didn't learn until the death of her
mother that she was also the daughter of Hikaru Sulu, a rising star
in Starfleet. The appearance of a seven-year-old child came as a
surprise to the helmsman of the Enterprise as well, seeing as he
had only known Susan for a brief time years before.
Still Demora, named after the city where Hikaru and Susan
had been lovers, was loved no less by her father than she had been
by her mother. Turning down his chance to be First Officer of
the Bozeman, he had instead requested an Earth bound assignment
for a few years in order to be a proper parent to his child.
A task of love in which he was assisted by Pavel Chekov, a
friend who became Demora's godfather in fact if not in name, and
Janice Rand, another old friend who provided a woman's influence
when needed. By the time the elder Sulu did return to space, this
time as the Captain of the Excelsior, his daughter had grown into a
young woman and begun her own path to the stars.
A few hours later, the graduation party was in full swing.
The Starfleet Class of 2293 were now officially members of the
Fleet. Only one out of every ten who started at the Academy made
it all the way through, so the young men and women that filled the
banquet hall did indeed have reason to celebrate.
“Demora,” the tall redhead called out across the crowded
floor, trying to catch the attention of her roommate.
Pushing her way through the crowd, she finally caught up to
the black haired Asian woman she had been searching for.
Throwing her arms around Demora, Kathy Stanton gave her friend
a congratulatory hug.
“I just saw the ship assignment’s on the Net,” Kathy said
excitedly, “You got the Enterprise!”
Demora smiled, the same infectious grin she had inherited
from her father. She had known about her assignment for the
past few days. Starfleet Command was very specific that each
Cadet received and acknowledged their orders before they were
posted for public consumption.
“And you are going to Starbase Nine,” Demora replied.
“Well we all can’t be lucky enough to be posted to the
newest ship in the Fleet,” Kathy replied, “but I know you got
there on your own. So I’m only a little jealous.”
When she first received her orders to report aboard the
new Enterprise as helmsman, Demora worried that some of her
classmates would consider it nepotism. After all, hadn’t her father
had held that position for many years on both previous versions of
the Enterprise under James T. Kirk? She was glad that at least
her best friend of these past few years didn’t take it as that.
“When do you ship out?” Kathy asked.
“I report aboard next week, but they’re not going to launch
her until the end of the month,” Demora answered. “I hear that
Starfleet is going to make a big show of it all.”
“Well Harriman has some pretty big shoes to fill,” Kathy
commented. “April, Pike, Kirk, Spock. I wouldn’t want to be in his
place.”
“I’d like to remind you that’s my Captain you’re talking
about,” Demora said, already defending her new superior officer.
“I just meant that it’s hard enough to be the Captain of a
new ship, without the weight of history on your shoulders as well,”
the redhead offered in way of apology. “Especially after today’s
announcement.”
A quizzical look appeared on Demora’s face. It was obvious
that she hadn’t heard what Kathy was referring to.
“They’ve invited Captain Kirk and a few other members of his
Command Crew to the launch of the Enterprise B,” she explained.
“Talk about adding even more pressure on Harriman.”
Demora spent a few brief moments thinking about the
announcement. Despite her father’s half lifetime of service under
Kirk, she had actually only met him once when she was a child.
Still, she knew the legends that followed Kirk well enough through
the media as well as countless letters from her father over the
years. It was a legend that Harriman would indeed be hard
pressed to live up to.
“I’m sure Captain Harriman will be up to the challenge,” she
finally replied. “I hope,” she silently added to herself,
remembering her father once making reference to John Harriman
as owing his advancement more to Starfleet politics than ability.
Since Hikaru Sulu rarely uttered a negative opinion about any of
his fellow officers, that casual comment said a lot.
“Anyway,” Kathy said, snapping Demora’s attention back to
the present. “A bunch of us are planning to take a shuttle down to
San Pablo after the party, interested?”
“Maybe another time,” Demora said, a faraway look on her
face for a second. “I’ve got plans.”
“Oh no,” Kathy said with exasperation. “You’re not going
down that road again are you? Haven’t you figured it out by now
that it’s a dead end?”
The newly commissioned Ensign just shrugged her shoulders
in response. They’d had this conversation more than a few times in
the last few months.
“Five thousand people at this school and you have to fall in
love with a Vulcan!” Kathy said, hard pressed to keep her voice low.
“When are you going to realize that she’s never going to
reciprocate your feelings.”
“I can always hope,” Demora admitted.
“Well,” Kathy said as she glanced at her chronometer. “I
have to meet the others. If you wind up needing a shoulder to cry
on again, I’m only a communicator call away.”
Demora watched her friend disappear into the now dwindling
crowd and then caught a glimpse of her and some classmates
heading out the door. An hour from now, they’d be continuing the
party down in San Pablo, far from the watchful eyes of the
Academy facility.
The party here was definitely winding down as small groups
like Kathy’s left for other locales. Not wanting to be the last to
leave, the daughter of one of Starfleet’s finest quietly made her
own way out one of the side doors.
Despite the lateness of the hour, Demora knew where the
object of her thoughts would be. It had become Saavik’s practice
to meditate late at night on the observation lounge overlooking the
Golden Gate Bridge. It was normally deserted this time of night.
As the double glass doors to the lounge opened at her
approach, Demora was surprised to find the lounge empty. She had
been so sure that Saavik would’ve been there. Stepping into the
large room, she stood for a moment and looked up into the clear
star filled sky.
“Kathy might be right after all,” Demora considered as
automatically looked to the spot she knew Enterprise now orbited.
“Maybe I am wasting my time.”
In the four months since she had become infatuated with
her career advisor, the twenty-four year old had made no attempt
to keep that interest from the older woman. Older being a relative
term, Demora reminded herself. By human measures, her advisor
was a decade older, yet by Vulcan standards was considered barely
out of her formative years.
Yet despite her interest, the relationship the two of them
shared never varied a millimeter out of proper bounds. Oh they’d
shared hours in discussions on topics they both enjoyed, as well as
field trips to points of interest in the area. Yet in all that time,
Demora had never heard a single word that might speak of love.
“Maybe this is her way of letting me down easy,” Demora
thought as she walked out of the semi-dark room. “I never wanted
to consider that I was the only one who wanted to take this to
another level.”
Since she had already moved out of the Academy Dormitory,
Demora headed into the city to the apartment she shared with her
father. With him off world these past few years, it had pretty
much become just hers.
The apartment door slid open in response to her voice print.
The walk in the night air hadn’t done anything to improve her mood.
She blamed only herself. After all, who told her to fall in love with
a Vulcan. Hadn’t her father told her often enough about the futile
torch Christine Chapel had carried for Mr. Spock for so many
years on their first five-year mission.
“Computer, lights,” Demora said as she suddenly realized
that they hadn’t automatically come on when she had first entered.
The room remained dark, illuminated only by the outside
lights filtering through the large bay windows. Reaching for the
manual wall control, the young woman found that inoperable as well.
“It doesn’t matter,” she said silently to herself, “I’ll call
building maintenance in the morning. All I want to do right now is
sleep.”
Having spent over a decade living in an apartment that never
changed, Demora effortlessly navigated across it in the dark.
Turning the handle to her bedroom, she was surprised to find that
room at least was well lit.
It was a light, however, that didn’t come from the overhead
panels. Instead it came from literally a hundred small, scented
candles scattered across the room. The room smelled of cinnamon,
her favorite aroma. It only took her a brief heartbeat to take it
all in. A span of time she knew to be just a heartbeat because she
was certain her heart stopped after that.
“Blessed Mother!” Demora exclaimed as she looked to the
center of the room and saw the most wonderful sight she could’ve
ever imagined.
“I was beginning to wonder if you would ever come home,”
the tall dark haired woman in the green, translucent gown said.
“Saavik!?” Demora said, the name both statement and
question.
“I would hope that you weren’t expecting someone else,” the
now out of uniform Starfleet instructor said as she slid off the
bed and moved to Demora.
“Of course not,” Demora quickly said, her eyes taking in the
beauty that had so long been hidden by a Starfleet uniform.
“That is good,” Saavik smiled. “I would be most distressed
to think that I had misread your desire for a closer relationship
these past months. A desire that I have also shared I must
confess.”
“Oh, Saavik,” Demora replied breathlessly, as she realized
that her hopes hadn’t been in vain. “I do love you.”
“And I love you as well,” Saavik replied as she leaned
downward and kissed Demora with all the passion of her dual
heritage.
If ever Demora had believed the fictions that Vulcans
couldn’t love or were devoid of passion, this single kiss dispelled
them both. The softness of the Vulcan’s lips drew her in, coupled
with the even greater softness of her mouth. She could feel the
heat of Saavik’s body pressed against her own, the greater body
temperature of the alien woman apparent even through her
uniform.
“I can’t believe this is really happening,” Demora said as
they broke both their kiss and embrace.
“If it is but a dream,” Saavik said as she undid the clasp of
Demora’s jacket, “perhaps we should make the most of it while it
lasts.”
They kissed again as Saavik helped Demora first out of her
jacket, and then the sweater beneath it. The mixed Asian woman
had breasts small enough not to need a bra and had never seem the
need to wear one simply for decorum’s sake.
Saavik ran her hands across the small orbs, caressing the
dark, erect nipples that capped each. A quiet sigh escaped
Demora’s lips. A soft sound that was replaced with a loud moan as
Saavik replaced her fingers with her mouth.
“T’hy’la,” Demora moaned an endearment in Vulcan.
“Heis’he,” Saavik replied in Rihannsu as she continued to
help her new lover out of the rest of her uniform.
Standing naked in the bedroom she had occupied since she
was a small girl, Demora took an almost childish delight in
unwrapping Saavik’s gown. Her hands explored the body beneath,
the same full figured form she had imagined in so many of her
dreams.
Saavik’s large mounds soon became the center of Demora’s
attentions. Her tongue followed her hands as she guided the thick
nipples into her mouth. Running circles around the wide areola, she
took in as much of the bright pink circles as she could.
They stood there a few minutes, holding each other tightly
as they played with each other. Then Demora motioned for Saavik
to follow her into an adjoining room. Taking hold of Demora's
offered hand, Saavik willingly followed.
Once through the connecting door, Saavik found herself
confronted by a bathroom of vast proportions. On one side of the
room was an in floor tub, large enough to fit more a few people at
once. On the other stood a large stand-alone shower, custom made
with multiple showerheads. To someone who spent most of their
time at the Academy or on a Starship with sonic showers, a water
shower was a enticing inducement.
Demora smiled and took Saavik's hand and led her into the
large shower. Demora closed the glass doors and hit a bright
green button on a wall panel. In response, all three showerheads
came alive, sending a warm drizzle all over the two women. From a
small shelf in the corner, Demora produced a bar of scented soap
and began to massage Saavik's back with it.
Normally, Saavik preferred to be the aggressor when making
love, but this time she felt different. Demora's small hands felt so
good as they moved up and down her back that she was content to
just follow wherever the younger woman led. Finishing with
Saavik's back, Demora reached around and began to cover her
breasts with soap. Her laughter filled the small chamber as she
played with the large globes.
Sliding her hands down Saavik’s body, she pressed a finger
inside of her, quickly following it with a second. Then she began to
slowly pump the fingers in and out.
Saavik shifted to give Demora better access to her charms.
The young Asian woman wasted no time in bringing her mouth to
Saavik's breasts once more, again sucking them with childish
delight. Her fingers moved in and out of the Vulcan woman as
Demora tried to take more and more of Saavik's breast into her
mouth. The cascading water from the overhead showers continued
to cover their bodies, washing away the growing scent of girlsex.
Saavik braced herself by gripping the top of the glass walls,
enjoying the rising tides of passion building within her. The lithe
Asian continued to digitally massage Saavik’s womanhood, each new
thrust producing a wave of delight.
With great reluctance, Demora abandoned Saavik’s large
mounds and moved the main focus of her attention to the prize
between her legs. Her quick probing tongue now replaced her
honey-covered fingers, increasing the joys that they had been
producing.
The touch of Demora’s tongue hit Saavik like a phaser on
stun, causing her to fall back against the wall. Even so, she still
managed to lift one leg to the small ledge that lined the shower,
giving Demora even greater access to her garden of love.
With a precise thoroughness, Demora’s darting tongue
explored the depths of Saavik’s womanhood, triggering in no time
at all a response of wonderful proportions. The waves of delight
now crested at more than twice the previous level as spasms
racked Saavik's body.
“Hna’h!” Saavik cried out in her first language as she felt
herself on the threshold of an orgasm.
Saavik grabbed the back of the young woman's head and
pulled her deeper within her. Just in time to receive an eruption of
nectar. Demora scooped it up with her tongue as fast as she could,
but so intense was Saavik's climax that she couldn't keep up.
Saavik was totally lost in ecstasy, letting the fires of her
Rihannsu half replace the logic of the Vulcan. Her strength was
such that the smaller woman was held totally immobile, her
wondrous tongue bringing the daughter of two worlds to even
greater raptures.
Finally, the fires cooled and Saavik began to regain control
of her quaking body as she released her hold on Demora. Almost
out of breath, she leaned against the tile wall, savoring the
aftermath of what they had just shared.
Demora slowing removed herself from between Saavik's legs.
The encounter and subsequent orgasm had been nearly just as
intense for her as well. The human woman had used her one free
hand to please herself as she had pleasured Saavik, but had yet to
achieve her own climax.
Rising to her feet, she reached up and kissed Saavik hard.
The taste of Saavik’s passion was thick on her tongue and she was
quite willing to share her prize. The superior officer took her
offering deep in her own mouth, savoring the memory of such a
short time before.
Her Vulcan half told her that it had been one of the most
dynamic climaxes of her life. The Rihannsu in her couldn't wait to
return the favor.
Saavik began to run her own hand between Demora’s legs,
massaging the lightly haired mound found there. To her surprise,
the younger woman stayed her hand, lifting it away.
“No, not here,” Demora whispered into her ear as she kissed
the tip of it, shutting off the water as she did.
They dried each other off quickly, and Demora led her new
love back into the bedroom. She climbed onto the bed where she
had first lost her virginity a few years before, then motioned for
Saavik to join her.
Sliding up next to her, Saavik immediately began to kiss her
small breasts, taking a tiny brown nipple into her mouth. As she
worked on one breast, her nimble hand worked the other. Then
she would switch. Demora clearly enjoyed the attention, moaning
softly with closed eyes.
Saavik moved down the soft golden body, kissing her way to
the small black triangle that covered Demora's still wet mound.
Parting the lips with her fingers, she kissed the small bump of her
clitoris.
Long minutes passed as Saavik worked her own magic on
Demora's pearl. The younger woman mimicked Saavik's earlier
actions as she held her by the back of the head and while she
couldn’t match her Vulcanian strength, a gentle touch was all that
was needed. In addition, she met the reach of Saavik’s ready
tongue with the forward thrust of her body.
If Demora let events take their course, she knew that
Saavik was well on her way to giving her an orgasm at least the
equal of the one she had given her. But she wasn’t willing to just
let their little diversion end so soon. Not when there were other
games still to play.
Disengaging herself from Saavik, Demora pulled a small,
exquisitely crafted wooden box from beneath her bed. The Vulcan
looked on with interest as the young Asian withdrew a long, thick
object from the receptacle.
Crafted of a pure white ivory, it couldn't simply be called a
dildo. Ten inches long and two inches thick, it was a work of art,
painstakingly crafted by an artist's hand. It was covered with tiny
images of women pleasing themselves, some alone, some with
others.
In the tongue of her ancestors, it was called a harigata and
this particular example was over five centuries old. It had been
given to Demora on her sixteenth birthday by Mikaro Sulu, her
ninety-eight year old great-grandmother. Passed down through
the generations by the women of their family, it was held in no less
reverence than the ancestral samurai sword that hung in the
apartment’s living room.
Saavik couldn’t help but admire the craftsmanship that had
gone into the creation of the artifact, or the care with which it
had obviously been preserved. It was interesting, she noted, that
on most of the worlds she had visited in her life, one could find
similar heirlooms, if not their modern equivalents. Some things
were indeed universal.
Saavik positioned the artifact at the entrance of Demora’s
womanhood, taking care to lubricate it with the results of their
earlier play. With a slight thrust, she slid the head of the
harigata inward, until it disappeared between the pink lips.
Then she slid it back an inch, before moving it forward two
inches. She repeated the gesture a dozen more times, until she
was sure the young woman was good and lubricated.
Demora called out words of encouragement in rapid fire
Chinese, a language Saavik had never learned, but one that she
promised herself that she now would. Afraid that she might hurt
the smaller woman with her superior strength , the Lieutenant
kept her movements slow and easy. A situation that Demora wasn’t
happy with at all.
Grabbing the base of the harigata, Demora added her
thrusts to Saavik’s and pulled it inside of her with all her strength.
A look of rapture filled her face as it filled her, telling Saavik that
she could take all that the Vulcan woman could give.
Rapid thrusts replaced slow motions as Saavik plunged the
ivory phallus deep in and out of Demora’s womanhood. Despite her
sometime preference for women, Saavik had enough male lovers in
the past to appreciate what Demora was feeling.
It didn’t take long for Demora’s body to return to the edge
it had been brought to by Saavik’s oral ministrations. A pinnacle
soon surpassed by her current actions as she added her tongue to
the mix.
Demora exploded, letting out a loud yell as ripples of
pleasure ripped through her trembling body. Saavik continued her
efforts, trying to make her lover’s pleasure last as long as possible.
What were long seconds to her, seemed like a small eternity to the
woman beneath her. Finally, the room grew silent, punctuated only
by the sound of their breathing.
Slowly, carefully, Saavik withdrew the harigata. It was
covered with the fruits of their passions. Lifting it to her lips, she
reverently licked it clean.
Demora laid there quietly, her body exhausted. Saavik
lifted herself higher into the bed and snuggled up against her. The
two women embraced and Saavik smiled. It wouldn't hurt just to
lay there for a little while, she thought.
In what seemed like too short a time, the overhead skylight
was soon aglow with the light of the rising sun. Demora awoke to
find the other side of her bed now empty, causing her to wonder if
it had all actually been a dream after all.
The dream became a solid reality as she looked up and saw a
still nude Saavik standing in the doorway of her bedroom. In her
hand she held a small tray with some drinks and fruit.
“I thought you might like some Saya,” she said as she
stepped up to the bed and laid the tray carrying the fruit water on
the night table. “I myself find it quite refreshing in the morning.”
“You’re really here,” Demora said, assuring herself that it
indeed had been no dream.
“Is there somewhere else that I should be?” Saavik asked
as she sat down on the edge of the bed next to Demora.
Demora’s only reply was to kiss her love once more, thinking
that they had seven whole days before she had to report aboard
Enterprise. And if last night was any indication, seven days could
be a lifetime.
END
(c) Ann Douglas 2001
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